Golden Bridge Poem by Sumit Ganguly

You and I are playing roles,
potter and connoisseur.
Roles are reversed in a flash
but passions remain- a golden bridge.*

*In Poem Hunter forum, we write by collecting materials(earth) from people and society, earth is made clay by fluid imagination and the clay is churned in wheel(A potter's work) to give a shape, as in poetry, and we taste some one else's fruit also as a reader. In this change of role from writer to reader or vice versa, we have just a passion as golden bridge.